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一年前,万老爹让我死里回生,我想现在他一定后悔了。他倒没说什么,但我看得出来。晚饭时,又停电了。万老妈点了几根蜡烛放在桌上。万老爹没有钩起两个大拇指,扇动其余手指,给我在墙上做蝙蝠跳舞的影子。他也没有给我讲他年轻时当巫医赶鬼的故事。他没有递给我他那盘红辣椒片,让我撒些在我那碗鸡血上,也没有说:“吃吧,吃吧。”我们只是呆坐着。万老妈清走碗碟,我等着万老爹像往常一样给我一张单子,上面写好他要我去偷的东西,但他甚至都没有问问我今晚打算溜
A year ago, Madagascar let me come back alive, I think he must have regretted now. He did not say anything, but I can see it. At supper, it was out of power again. Million mother ordered a few candles on the table. Father did not hook two thumbs, fan the rest of the fingers, give me the bat shadow dancing on the wall. Nor did he tell me the story of a witch doctor who was cast out of his ghost when he was young. He did not pass me his plate of red pepper, let me sprinkle some of my bowl of chicken blood, did not say: “eat it, eat it. ” We are just sitting still. Wan mother away from the dishes, I waited for Wan Daddy as usual to give me a list of the things he wanted me to steal, but he did not even ask me to intend to sneak tonight